Nov 30, 2011
Nov 21, 2011
Oct 24, 2011
i am stardust
sometimes i miss something i never even had.
the time is just floating by, taking away more of my life with it.
i want to say 'i miss you', but i don't know you.
were you my other life?
the life that wandered away.
into the stars, chancing upon someone else.
maybe it's my old life, creeping in to say hi.
it's ok, cause in the end i'm just stardust.
the time is just floating by, taking away more of my life with it.
i want to say 'i miss you', but i don't know you.
were you my other life?
the life that wandered away.
into the stars, chancing upon someone else.
maybe it's my old life, creeping in to say hi.
it's ok, cause in the end i'm just stardust.
Oct 15, 2011
Oct 9, 2011
da REVOLUTION
it's beginning....
Slovenian philosopher Slavoj Žižek addressed demonstrators Sunday at Zuccotti Park. "They tell you are we are dreamers. The true dreamers are those who think things can go on indefinitely the way they are. We are not dreamers," Žižek says. "We are the awakening, from a dream which is turning into a nightmare. We are not destroying anything. We are only witnessing how the system is destroying itself."
Slovenian philosopher Slavoj Žižek addressed demonstrators Sunday at Zuccotti Park. "They tell you are we are dreamers. The true dreamers are those who think things can go on indefinitely the way they are. We are not dreamers," Žižek says. "We are the awakening, from a dream which is turning into a nightmare. We are not destroying anything. We are only witnessing how the system is destroying itself."
Sep 29, 2011
Melancholia & Her World of Wonders
There once was a little girl named Melancholia. Her parents named her after sadness because unlike other little girls her heart was too fragile and she felt the gloominess in every situation of life. While other little kids cheered for puppies, Melancholia would cry for the unwanted older dogs at the shelter. For Halloween her classmates would dress up as princesses and fairies, Melancholia was a witch (because spells to transform the bleak world sounded far more appealing.)
The world was her biggest wonder. She didn't understand most human beings, the TV comedies that would make them laugh at others pathetic stupidity, the generic and unsubstantial music that would play on the radio, the trivial every day conversations most people seemed to find connections amongst each other with. She certainly did try, more than anything she wanted to belong. Yet her voice seemed to never be heard, it's low volume and high pitch was always muffled by the background. In groups of people she felt absent, unseen and forgotten. This only increased her sense of sadness and awareness of her invisibility and mortality.
Then one day she saw a group of boys and girls laughing and having fun. As usual she gazed at them with curiosity, bewilderment and jealousy. Upon comparing herself she realized that she was missing something. There was a giant hole in her chest. She touched the hole, then stuffed her arm through it. It was completely empty and exposed. The other children had one-dimensional items covering their holes. Melancholia ran home. She was greeted by her grandmother and noticed that her grandmother's hole didn't exist. It was flesh and blood.
Melancholia asked her, "grandma, what happened to your hole?" Her grandmother responded, "my dear, you are beginning to question your existence. you've finally noticed the hole. we are each born with a hole, a void, but we must choose to fill it. the filling will determine your happiness in life."
Melancholia thought about this for a few minutes. Then asked, "What is happiness?"
The world was her biggest wonder. She didn't understand most human beings, the TV comedies that would make them laugh at others pathetic stupidity, the generic and unsubstantial music that would play on the radio, the trivial every day conversations most people seemed to find connections amongst each other with. She certainly did try, more than anything she wanted to belong. Yet her voice seemed to never be heard, it's low volume and high pitch was always muffled by the background. In groups of people she felt absent, unseen and forgotten. This only increased her sense of sadness and awareness of her invisibility and mortality.
Then one day she saw a group of boys and girls laughing and having fun. As usual she gazed at them with curiosity, bewilderment and jealousy. Upon comparing herself she realized that she was missing something. There was a giant hole in her chest. She touched the hole, then stuffed her arm through it. It was completely empty and exposed. The other children had one-dimensional items covering their holes. Melancholia ran home. She was greeted by her grandmother and noticed that her grandmother's hole didn't exist. It was flesh and blood.
Melancholia asked her, "grandma, what happened to your hole?" Her grandmother responded, "my dear, you are beginning to question your existence. you've finally noticed the hole. we are each born with a hole, a void, but we must choose to fill it. the filling will determine your happiness in life."
Melancholia thought about this for a few minutes. Then asked, "What is happiness?"
Sep 27, 2011
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